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He Soon To Thee Shall Sacrifice

By: Michael Alexander

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It was a quiet Friday evening and I was sitting quite happily in my blue easychair in the den, with a fire roaring under the mantle. A tall glass of sherrystood on the side table next to me and I was deeply immersed in the pages ofessays written by one of my English classes. My red pen seemed lubricated withexasperation as it slid across page after page of the most appalling atrocitiesto the English Language, and I found myself cursing once more, the invidiousstructure we know here in America , as secondary education.

I was less than half way through when I heard a knocking. Unlike Poe, it wasnot on my chamber door, and it sounded much more insistent than a raven, nevermore.Sighing, I put aside my lap desk and papers, rising from my chair and I paddedacross the house.

I was already dressed for bed, since the time was well past nine and for onceI was glad that I had wrapped my robe around my flannel pajamas. I walked throughthe foyer and flicked on the front porch light and saw through the glass windowof the door that three girls stood before my house.

Two of them I immediately recognized. Both were students of mine and therewas the fact that one of them had a paper, totally marked with red ink, inmy finished pile beside my chair. The other hadn't yet to turn in the assignment,but it would be due on Monday.

The third girl was much older, easily a senior, while the other two girlswho were my students were in their junior year. Her long blonde hair, flashingblue eyes, and mischievous smile were very alluring and I found myself gazingat her as my fingers turned back the dead bolt and opened the door onto thecrisp spring night.

?Hello, Professor!? said Elizabeth, my already corrected student, with a littlewave. She smiled at me as I nodded to her.

?Hi, Professor.? Said Courtney, who stood there, a silly grin on her faceas she clasped her hands together.

?Ladies, I'm not sure what you are here for, but the truth of the matter isthat I much prefer to speak with students during my office hours. It's a violationof the department policies to meet with students off campus.?

The stunning blonde behind my students nodded. ?We know that professor. Wehad something very urgent to discuss with you.?

My eyes narrowed, intrigued. ?I'm sorry. You look familiar, but do I knowyou??

The senior shook her head. ?No professor, you don't. But I'm responsible forthese two girl's grades, and I thought we should come and discuss it with you.?

I leaned back and assumed a haughty expression on my face. This had happenedto me before, albeit rarely, but it seemed that every couple of years therewas a girl who thought that she could improve her grade with a little off campusextra credit. Those of us in the profession of teaching knew that acceptingthis kind of proposal was the surest way to lose your job, not to mention neverbeing hired by the academic community again. Despite those disgusting abominationsof the English Language that abound on Internet Porn Libraries, real collegeeducators NEVER take advantage of those offers.

?I'm sorry ladies, but grades aren't for sale. That is the only thing I willsay on the matter. Now, I have to get back to grading essays, and I would recommendto you, Courtney, that you spend your weekend working on yours.?

There were a collection of sour faces before me and I stood there, like therock of Gibraltar , assured in my moral conviction. The three girls spent amoment looking at each other and then the blond girl opened her purse.

It is always alarming when one sees a weapon pointed at oneself. And thiscase was no different. What looked like a gun, I recognized as a taser. Recently,our own campus police had equipped themselves with this non-lethal weapon inorder to appease more liberal entities. How this young lady had acquired onewas beyond my understanding. I stood my ground, knowing that even if she wereto shoot me, I wouldn't budge on my principles.

?I can assure you, young lady, that threatening me will do you no good. Iwon't abide that kind of coercion and I will immediately call the police. Ifyou put that away, I will be willing to forget this ever happened.? I said.

?Professor, this taser produces in excess of over one thousand volts, whichwill render you unconscious. Please back up into the house, because I wouldrather not have to drag you through your own foyer.? The blonde girl said witha smile.

I swallowed once, my bravado seeming to evaporate. I spent an eternal secondcontemplating my choices, raised my hands, and then began backing up. The blondgirl entered first, keeping the taser trained upon me as my two students immediatelyfollowed. I only noticed then that Courtney was wearing her book bag.

When I reached my den, still staring at the attractive blond who held a weaponupon me, I heard my front door close and the dead bolt slide home. Elizabethentered the room, nodding to Courtney and the blond girl. I stood in frontof my chair as Courtney began rifling through the already graded papers andpicked out Elizabeth 's essay.

?Good Lord, Liz. This sucks!? Courtney said after reading some of my handwrittenremarks in the margins. She handed it to the blond who began reading the paper,keeping it eye level with me, the taser still pointed directly at my chest.

?Courtney is right, Elizabeth . This is awful. The professor is totally rightin giving you this grade.? The blond turned and glared at my errant student. ?Iwant all of your essays turned in to me prior to handing them in, got it??

I admit that I felt slightly curious. I was expecting to be told to re-gradeher paper. Or change the grade. Certainly a vindication of my appraisal wasnot what these girls were here for. I finally dropped my hands from their earlierposition, and put them on my hips.

?Okay, well we've definitely learned that Elizabeth can't write an essay.? Saidthe blond. ?But that isn't why we are here, so I think we should begin.? Shesmiled at me once and shook the taser. ?All right professor, off with the robe.?

My surprise must have been evident. ?Excuse me??

The blond looked at me with supreme confidence. ?You heard me professor. Isaid to take off your robe.?

I resisted. ?And my I ask why??

?Are you asking why??

I'm afraid my sarcasm got the better of me and I nodded. ?I suppose I am.?

The blond took two steps closer and held the front of the taser up, only afoot or two from my chest.

?Because I have the taser, and you don't. If you don't take your robe off,I'll shock the shit out of you and have Elizabeth fly your robe and yourpajamas from the campus flag pole.?

I've seen determination in people before. Extreme self confidence of the typethat makes great leaders bring their followers through insurmountable odds.The steely glint in this woman's eyes was of that grit, that firm commandingpresence that I had fought so many years to attain. And now I was the weakone.

I shrugged off my robe, throwing it down upon my chair, standing there inmy pajamas, trying desperately to look as confidant and self-assured as possible.

?Satisfied?? I asked, my voice seeming to sound shaky and weak to my own ears.

The blond girl grinned. ?Not in the least. Take off your top too.?

I hesitated only for a moment but then proceeded to follow the order as thetwo sharp spikes of the taser electrodes were waved under my nose a secondtime. I felt my skin prickle in the cool air despite the fire and I tossedmy pajama tops on top of my discarded robe.

Courtney had moved to the side table and dropped her book bag unceremoniouslyon the top, digging through it as if searching for a writing instrument. Myeyes widened in alarm as I saw the heavy thick leather cuffs she extractedand I suddenly began to wonder what this whole episode was about.

?Take off your bottoms now.? Ordered the blond.

I shook my head. ?They're all I'm wearing.? I replied.

She shrugged. ?So??

?I will not remove them, no matter what you say. Now put that thing down andleave my residence immediately.?

?Uh oh, professor. You shouldn't make Kristen mad.? Courtney said.

I folded my arms across my chest. ?Kristen is it? Well let me tell you, Kristen,that what you are doing will certainly result in your expulsion from the college,as well as Elizabeth and Courtney. I hope you understand that.?

Kristen smiled once more, her soft blond hair framing her face. ?Take offthe pajamas, now.?

I held my stance, my arms folded across my bare chest, a look of impenetrableimmobility on my face.

And then she fired.

I remembered the pain of the taser exploding through me, but remember nothingelse from that moment. When I awoke I discovered that I was lying horizontallyon my own bed, my arms and legs stretched out to each corner and securely bound.Each wrist and ankle was covered in the thick leather cuffs I had observedCourtney remove from her bag, and as I pulled on my restraints I saw that thegirls had used short bungee cords with hooks to secure me.

I was alone in my room, lying atop my own bed, my body uncovered and naked,totally helpless. I looked around and wondered if my fate was to be discoveredatop my own coverlet by some hapless school official who no doubt would receivea call explaining my predicament.

?Well, well. You're awake!? Came a voice from the hall. I raised my head andsaw Courtney standing in the doorway. I felt a moment's humiliation; my nakedbody exposed for this twenty something beauty that I was old enough to havefathered. I will admit that like every man, I have lusted over the young firmflesh that parades before me every day, but I have always been strong, ableto resist the temptations.

I felt myself rouse, hardening in a mixture of sexual excitement and embarrassmentand I heard a soft chuckle. I watched as Courtney came right to the foot ofthe bed and reached out, softly stroking my cock with the lightest of touches.I could only gasp as the sensations flooded through me.

?Like that, professor?? She asked.

I grit my teeth, arching my neck, and I shook my head. ?No, Courtney. Youshouldn't do this. Just let me go.?

Courtney laughed, a light silvery ring that chimed in my head. ?Oh no, professor.I don't think so.?

She sank to her knees at the foot of the bed and I realized she was kneelingon something, probably the ottoman from the living room. She bent over at thewaist and I felt her breath on the tip of my cock.

The touch of her tongue on my tip was enough to send a wave of intense sensationright through me, and as it began to swirl around the head of my cock, I moanedwith a mixture of denial, fear, and ecstasy. Courtney's mouth engulfed my entireshaft and I felt her begin to suck, her head bobbing up and down as she deepthroated my entire rod with slow and deliberate movements.

It was incredible. Easily the best of the few experiences of fellatio I havehad. To put it in the crudest language, Courtney was an incredible cocksucker.She wrapped one hand around my cock as the other stroked my balls, her facerising and falling as she swallowed the thick meat of my granite organ.

I came quickly, a bubbling, exploding, geyser of white froth that seemed toshoot forth like Old Faithful . Courtney cooed once and opened her mouth, quicklylicking up my fluid as if I were a popsicle in a child's hand.

I felt myself sigh once as my member softened in the girl's hand and I relaxedagainst my bonds. Unknowingly, my body had tensed as orgasm was reached andI felt the bungee cords pulling me taut once more. Courtney gave my shaft onelast little squeeze, still licking my milky white cream from her lips, as sherose and headed to the door.

Only to be replaced by Elizabeth . My other student, the one whose paper Ihad marked up so badly approached the bed, looking down at my spent organ,lying wet and soft against my belly. She too knelt down on the ottoman, graspingme in a soft hand, pulling my cock upward so that it was stretched out, thetip barely exposed in her closed fist. She squeezed as she spoke.

?Feel good, professor? Did you enjoy Courtney's blowjob? I'm just as goodyou know. She may be a better writer than I am, but I can give just as muchpleasure, you know.? Elizabeth murmured to me.

I raised my head to look down at her, her tender face inches away from thetip of my cock. ? Elizabeth . You don't have to do this. Just let me up andI will totally forget about all of this. We can work on your paper together,during my office time. I can tutor you even. Just please stop this and letme up!?

I admit my language was a bit forceful, and I'm sure full of desperation.Despite the incredible pleasure I had just experienced, I knew that the situationcould only worsen. I moaned in exasperation as she gave me another squeeze.

Her head dropped down and once more I felt the soft warmth of a tongue againstmy cock. She began rhythmically squeezing me in her hand as her tongue swirledround and round my tip, sensitizing it. Her fingers opened and she slid herhand down my semi rigid shaft until she was able to pinch the base of my cock,pressure forcing blood to the head.

I groaned as I felt the stirring in my loins. The steady massage and tonguingElizabeth gave me, her brunette hair dangling down upon my thighs, was morethan I could stand against. I bit my lip as my body betrayed me, hardeningonce more in the mouth of a student.

It is my understanding that there is an oriental or perhaps Indian art thatteaches a multitude of methods to fellatio. Up to this point, my own experienceswith this art had been limited, with the exception of the current situation,to one rather wonderful experience in high school. Unfortunately, I remembervery little of that early experience, mostly since I experienced orgasm shortlyafter my high school girl friend had taken me in her mouth. Being much olderand wiser, I was certainly aware that there was an art to bringing a man toorgasm with the mouth; I had just never experienced it.

However it was obvious, from the radically different technique that Elizabethwas using to stimulate me, that both Courtney and Elizabeth had been trainedin that art. You would imagine that there are only so many ways that a cockcan be sucked, but I know now that there are hosts of specific actions thatincrease pleasure during fellatio. Elizabeth sucked my shaft into her mouthand began slurping on it like a straw, sucking in air around it, and then blowingback outward.

I groaned out loud as I felt my cock stimulated, the sides softly stroked.I was still sensitized from Courtney's ministrations, and I felt the bloodpump through me like fire. My hips rose as my body betrayed me. Elizabeth wrappeda finger and thumb around the base and began squeezing me, her fingers curledaround my balls. I gasped as waves of pleasure shot upward through me, hammeringdeep the sense of urgency and need.

Again I exploded, a tiny pitiful amount of cream that seemed to pool a topmy rod like an unsightly tube of paste. Elizabeth let out a tiny chuckle andextended her tongue. With a long rasping lick, she removed the fluids of mybody, sending a painful shiver up my spine. I groaned again as she pumped mystill hard cock with powerful yanks, and I had to grit my teeth as her palmgrazed the edges of my tip. Then she let go, dropping my flaccid shaft so thatit lay pointing toward my thigh.

I lay there with my eyes closed for some minutes. The chill in the house seemedto have abated in the heat of my throes, and I wondered as to the meaning ofmy rape. My mind was clouded with the vibrations of sexual release, and I foughtthe urge to doze. I felt Elizabeth leaving the room and I relaxed again, hopingmy ordeal was over.

I felt her presence long before she touched me though. I could hear the softwhisper of cloth as someone kneeled once more on the ottoman. I thought I couldhear her slow breath. And I knew it when she touched me.

Once more it was my sex, gentle fingers lifting me up, the warm enclosureof a mouth suckling, the soft caress of my scrotum, the tender probing of myanus. Most men can only bring themselves to release once, maybe twice undercertain circumstances. It's a biological fact that has its history in our animalforebears when the female of species found multiple partners, in an effortto assure that the most powerful and strongest male would father her offspring.

Kristen never said a word as she sucked upon my cock, twining her tongue roundit. It was minutes before her fingers and tongue worked their magic, once morebringing the rush of blood that hardened my shaft. Her palm surrounded me asshe kissed my tip, wrapping me in soft strength. She began to pump, drivingher hand and head up and down my shaft, lubing me with her mouth, until myprick was a glistening pole of urgency, needing the release that could onlycome from her.

I bubbled forth, the pent up need coming to the surface under pressure, butwithout the volume of the two previous eruptions. I gasped with a mixture ofpleasure and pain as Kristen licked my tip, my sensitive head swollen and pink.

?Please??I groaned as Kristen continued to suckle me, despite my orgasm andthe slowly fading strength of my cock. ?Please?no more.?

There was slight chuckle and I felt my cock released to lie flat against myabdomen.

?Professor, do you know what ?cock milking' is?? Kristen asked, reaching outand lightly running her fingers up and down my balls.

I shook my head. If I had known then it had been forgotten, unattainable inmy current state.

?It's a practice where a man is forced to come multiple times, even if ithurts.? She smiled. ?You've got at least four more coming tonight.? She flickeda finger against the tip of my cock, a hard slap that caused my thighs to buckle.

I'm not sure how long of a break they gave me, but I know it wasn't longerthan ten minutes. My body lay cramped and tight upon my own bed, secured bythe cruel whims of three girls who had tortured me with sexual pleasure. Ialmost whimpered in fear when Courtney came back into the room, this time holdinga tube of lubricant.

I watched as she began removing her clothing, certainly no strip tease. Justthe expedient disrobing that comes before showering, or changing one's wardrobe.The bed creaked as she sat on it, her pliable thigh pressing against mine.She uncapped the tube and squeezed out a large portion of cream, a clear gelthat seemed to glisten. It was cold as she applied it, stroking just one sideof my limp shaft. With seemingly endless patience she sat there, wrapping herhand around my cock with twists and pull and strokes in what seemed like amassage gone far down into the depths of eroticism.

It took almost ten minutes of stimulation before my body responded. I waseven surprised, since I felt that no amount of rubbing could force my exhaustedprick to stand at attention once more. I felt my blood stirring and once morethe need of lust filled my shaft.

Courtney began pumping me harder, rubbing her palm faster up and down my cock.The gel congealed and became sticky, which resulted in a slight abrading asshe rubbed me, but she dealt with quickly by applying more jelly. I lookeddown at my cock, seeing a turgid shade of pink, over sensitive skin on a rockhard shaft. I groaned as it trembled, her fingers bouncing heavily over theridge of my tip, the most sensitive spot on a man's cock.

Once more I came, crying out, pulling against my bonds, as she stroked me.She didn't stop either, despite my thrusts and pain filled cries. She pumpeduntil I went totally soft, the top of her fist covered with a mixture of geland what little cream I had produced during my rest.

She went to the master bathroom and I heard the water running in the sink.I turned and looked, seeing the beauty of her naked body standing before thevanity, washing her hands. I wondered what I had done to deserve such torture,to be humiliated by one of my own students, fondled, petted, forced to come.

Courtney smiled and me as she exited the bathroom, leaning over me and givingme a view of her dangling breasts. She planted a soft kiss upon my foreheadand ran her fingers through my hair.

?You're doing great, professor. Keep it up.? She laughed a little and turnedas my mind finally noticed the pun. Her swaying bottom exited the room andI realized that she had left her clothes piled there on the floor.

And then Elizabeth was there, pulling off her own shirt, baring a set of creamyunsupported globes with huge nipples. Her jeans came off just as quick andmy eyes settled on the shaven pubes of her pink flower. She too climbed upon the bed, but unlike Courtney, she straddled my chest, facing my cock. Istudied the curve of her bottom, the dimples on each side of her spine as shepoured lotion from a bottle. A little snap sounded the closure of the containerand once more I felt tender fingers taking hold of my organ.

Warmth. Almost hot warmth. The oil she spread upon my cock heated as she rubbedit in, sending waves of pleasant massaging heat through me. Thankfully sheavoided the sensitive ridges the Courtney had taken such pleasure in strokingwith her palm, concentrating more on the slow long strokes that men preferover any other.

Elizabeth put her palms together with my cock between them, drawing upward,stretching my cock out as she stroked it. I felt the hardening, a difficultthickening, as if my cock didn't want to become firm. She tickled my ballsand ran a finger over my anus, setting me arching.

But it was enough. My cock, while not as hard as it had been for Courtney,firmed up and Elizabeth began a unique stroke I had never experienced. Shecupped her right hand over my cock, the tip sinking into the soft flesh ofher palm, her fingers extended downward like a condom. With slow movements,she simulated the sinking of my cock in a woman's body and I felt the intensesatisfaction of soft friction along my entire length.

My body hummed with pleasure and I began to thrust upward through her handas the needs of lust moved me. My breathing came in rapid bursts as I foughthard to thrust in a way that would move me toward explosion, despite the softand steady caresses that Elizabeth forced upon me.

It seemed like forever, a longing that filled me up, as she caressed me. Ibegged, I pleaded with her to let me explode, a torture unlike any I had experienced.She laughed and then placed her palms together as if praying, my rod sandwichedbetween.

Then she began rubbing, my cock begin swirled between her fast moving hands.She pressed them together, mashing my shaft in back and forth motions as ifshe were trying to warm her hands, or create fire using me as her frictionstick.

I cried out. My cock was throbbing, my thighs and buttocks tensing painfully,my hips trying to thrust up. Her toes dug into my sides and I felt her legssqueeze me as she rubbed. I cried out, almost screaming, as I exploded betweenher hands.

Thankfully she stopped, only keeping the tight pressure as my member leaptin her hands. I bucked and then collapsed as my orgasm ripped through me, sendingsmall spurts of clear fluid out of the tip of my cock. Elizabeth squeezed mehard, then let go, my cock falling wilted and spent.

My entire body ached. My shaft tingled from the intensity of the frictionsthat had been applied to it, and I felt as if I had never slept in my entirelife. I imagined that I had been tied down for well over three hours as thegirls wandered into my room, each individually, to spend their own time tormentingme. I closed my eyes.

?How are you feeling, professor?? Kristen asked, waking me up from my doze.I startled, still feeling the tingling in my cock and I looked down at my redtinged shaft. I realized I had slept for only a minute or so.

?Thirsty.? I said. It was only a moment ago I realized how desperately I wantedwater.

Kristen smiled. She rose from the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom,taking a paper cup from its little holder and filling it with water. It wasonly as she returned that I realized that she too had disrobed, her body aglorious apparition of celestial beauty.

For a moment, my head spun and I remembered a fragment of poetry of Sappho,a Greek poet who ran a sort of girl's finishing school on the island of Lesbos. It was from the Hymn to Aphrodite. Even now I'm not sure if I recited italoud where Kristen could hear.

Thou now he shuns thy longing arms;

He soon shall court thy slighted charms;

Though now they offerings he despise,

He soon to thee shall sacrifice;

Though now he freeze, he soon shall burn,

And be thy victim in his turn.

 

And was I the victim? Had I shunned some longing arms? My mind churned sluggishlyas Kristen held the cup to my lips. The water was sweet, as sweet as Kristen'svisage, and I gazed up at her in rapture.

Unlike Courtney and Elizabeth, Kristen moved to the foot of the bed and satdown upon the ottoman. Her white cream breasts were beautiful to behold andI admit that I craned my neck to watch her as she set a small jar down, a thickdollop of cream on her fingers.

I gasped as she grabbed my cock and began rubbing the cream into the tip.Her fingers swirled around the edge, that sensitive part that was already sotender, so sore. I gasped as the pain hit me and I felt as if my cock werebeing rubbed with sand paper. Despite the cream, it hurt. And I shook as shetortured me, rubbing just those spots, interspersed with long strokes up anddown the underside of my shaft.

But in moments I knew that she had succeeded. I knew my rod had hardened,and Kristen made a circle with her fingers and began sliding the ring downmy shaft, squeezing every little bit. My moans and cries were becoming louderand I heard her call out to Courtney, who padded into the room, still naked,holding one of my books of poetry. Kristen didn't even pause in her manipulationof my shaft as she spoke.

?Courtney, he's making a little too much noise. Can you gag him?? Kristensaid, eliciting a painful cry from me as she slid her fingers round the edgeof my tip. Courtney nodded and put the book down upon my dresser. One kneecame up on the edge of the bed and she swung herself astride me over my chest.Carefully she edged up, my nose only inches from her sex.

The throbbing painful rub of my cock didn't overwhelm my senses enough tonot notice the scent of Courtney's arousal. It permeated her shaven slit andI saw the wet juices there. She moved forward and I realized that I was aboutto be gagged with the moist petals of her flower. She squirmed again and thenmy mouth was full covered with sodden folds of pink flesh, a musky salty flavorof young horny girl.

I know I licked at her clit, punctuated by the cries and animal like thrustswhich came regularly, caused by Kristen's touch. Courtney writhed above me,pinching her own nipples and running her fingers over her body, sometimes placingher hands on the wall for support. I felt the fluid of her orgasms seep downmy chin as she cried out, matching my own anguished moans.

And then I came, a painful, exquisite release that left me shuddering, tryingto get my breath between mouthfuls of still quivering girl. My cock throbbedand stung painfully between my legs and I lay trembling beneath both girlslike a bowl of gelatin. Kristen continued to play with me, but left the brightred ridge alone, as well as the tip, instead giving me the same slow strokesthat Elizabeth had used to excite me.

My mind reeled. My body ached. I felt light headed and exhausted, excitedand tormented all at the same time. My arms were cramped, as were my legs andI couldn't even find the strength to pull against the bungee cords.

Kristen finally let go of my cock and moved to my right arm, releasing thebondage cuff from the bungee cord hook. Softly and carefully she bent it, workingit over and over, massaging the muscles. I groaned as circulation was restoredand the little pins and needles of feeling shot through me. Satisfied as Iflexed, she returned my arm to its bondage and moved to my right leg, repeatingthe process.

I felt another touch on my cock as Kristen moved my leg, relieving the crampsand I felt Courtney begin the soft strokes once more.

?Oh god?please?no more.?

Courtney smiled and continued her stroking of my shaft as Kristen went onto my left leg, releasing my bonds, but holding my ankle tight.

?Why are you doing this to me?? I asked, fighting to regain control of myself.Kristen re-secured my leg and moved to my left arm. She leaned close and pressedher breasts into my face.

?Because you need to understand that the girls of Sigma Epsilon Xi will doanything for their members. Including the domination of their professors.?

?I'll report you.? I said, my voice slightly muffled under the supple breastflesh.

Kristen laughed. ?No you won't. While you were unconscious, we posed you ina variety of positions that are embarrassing. And of course the coupe de gracewas the picture of you, lying back on the couch, with one of your studentsnaked, giving you head, tears pouring down her face, mascara running.? Kristensmiled and lifted herself up.

?We don't mess around professor.? Courtney said from the end of the bed, graspingmy cock firmly and squeezing.

Elizabeth came into the room, as naked and beautiful as the other two girlsand holding a camera phone. ?Professor? I'm really sorry about my essay. Irealize you can't change the grade, but I can promise you that I will do betterin the future.? She held up the phone and I heard the tiny buzz of the camera.

Courtney laughed and then smiled. ?Come on, professor. You've got to get itup one last time.?

The rubbing intensified and I closed my eyes and grit my teeth. Slowly theyput their hands upon me, tweaking my nipples, rubbing my chest and arms andlegs, and of course the constant attention to my cock.
Finally I was hard again, a strong uprising of blood and heat that rose upward.I groaned as Kristen straddled me low, over my loins. Elizabeth moved to occupythe spot Courtney had climaxed in and I found myself suddenly awash in femalescents and sights.

I felt Kristen lower herself downward onto my cock, clasping it firmly inthe soft flesh of her pussy. For the first time that night, I felt the sensitivemedium that Aphrodite had always intended for man. My throbbing cock felt thesensitivity subside as the fluids bathed it, perfect flesh surrounding it.

My mouth opened onto Elizabeth 's clit and slit, sucking in the vast foldsof her sex, using my own tongue to pleasure her as she had pleasured me earlier.I swallowed her juices and felt permeated with them, from my loins to my head.

Both Kristen and Elizabeth came before I did. Kristen rocked back and forth,reaching behind her to cup my balls, caressing them. Courtney had moved forwardand was busily sucking on Kristen's upright nipples, while Courtney's handcupped and thumbed Elizabeth 's own stiff nub. The girls moaned and then gaspedas their orgasms filled them.

And then it was my turn. The last explosion, that was nothing more than aminor pop, a throbbing, painful release that left me tender, and yet so satisfied.As the sucking sound of my softening shaft came from Kristen's rising, I laythere stunned with the sexual epiphany I had experienced.

They left me there. I heard them getting dressed in the living room, the excitedbabble of girl voices. My mind wondered just what demands were being made ofme. Why create the option of blackmail when I had just been told that I didnot have to change Elizabeth 's grade? I felt confused, as well as tired andspent.

They came back into the room, well dressed, makeup refreshed, with Courtneyholding her backpack. I watched, suddenly feeling trepidation as Kristen fishedout her taser, stood between my legs, and held it just a few inches from myballs.

?I hope you will be a good little boy while we untie you, professor.? Kristensaid with a bit of menace in her voice. I nodded, knowing that even had I wantedto, I was in no condition to rebel.

Courtney and Elizabeth quickly uncuffed me, pulling the bungee cords off thebed and stuffing them into the book bag. After a moment, my legs were freedas well and I kept still, not wanting Kristen to think I was going to giveher trouble.

I jumped slightly as the taser touched my cock, moving it downward so it floppedbetween my legs, a limp shriveled worm.

?Now let me tell you professor, that from now on, neither Courtney nor Elizabethwill receive a bad grade in your class. For my part, I will do my best to tutorthem. In fact, their papers will be relatively good and you will be able togive them A's despite our little conversation. Hopefully that will assuageyour code of morality.?

Kristen poked my cock with the end of the taser. ?As to our little fun tonight,you need to keep that to yourself or you will discover the pictures postedall over the internet and on fliers here at the school.? She laughed. ?We'llsend them to you via email so you know exactly what you want to keep quietabout.?

She came around the side of the bed and leaned down to my face.

?And if you ever want to be our little toy again, just let Elizabeth or Courtneyknow, and I'd be happy to come down here and see if we can break our recordof seven orgasms.?

The pain of the taser was excruciating and I blacked out.

A day later, after I had recovered, I received an email filled with over ahundred pictures. Me in several poses with both Courtney and Elizabeth, onein which it appeared I had spanked them, another where I had forced them toprovide me with sexual relief. I knew that these photos would destroy my careerso I kept silent, and have so all these years.

I know more about Sigma Epsilon Xi now. The outlaw sorority that takes inyoung girls, usually sophomores, trains them to be bisexual sex slaves, thenallows them to move upward and become more domineering while still subservientto the seniors. Eventually, a select few with the supreme confidence, mannerism,and capabilities become the leaders and true mistresses of the organization.There are many chapters, spread throughout our country, and even oversea. Andslowly I have been putting together a list of women, powerful ones in politics,medicine, academia, law, and business who are all alumni of Sigma Epsilon Xi.

And in one way?so am I.